You know you need a new bed when you dream about it.
Last night, I dreamed I was visiting a centuries-old castle in Europe, where the handsome Count and the staff catered to my every desire. After a gourmet dinner, the host and I retired to the library with four walls of books, where we talked for hours.
At bedtime, I was escorted to a beautiful room where the maid pulled open the heavy red velvet curtain, revealing several beds high on the wall, each built into a niche with satin-covered walls.
There was a ladder running up the wall, at the top of which was a ledge about a foot wide that ran beside the beds. I struggled to climb the ladder, knowing all the time there was no way I would be able to step over onto the ledge, so I gave up on the third rung.
In that same room was a soft leather recliner, which enveloped me in pure luxury. At my right hand was a Victorian-style lamp, surrounded by books, with a pair of reading glasses and a lace-edged linen handkerchief beside it. A crystal glass held pure water (I really prefer Diet Dr Pepper.)
I was settling in for a restful nap, when the host came in to bid me goodnight. I thanked him profusely for his hospitality and apologized for not sleeping in the bed, but he waved off my remarks, and told me the recliner had been provided for that very purpose. He planned it in advance just for me.
And the next thing I knew I was waking up in my own recliner at home, where I had gone after a fitful night on my 15-year-old mattress.
In Matthew 6:8-9 Jesus said, “For your father knows the things you have need of before you ask Him. In this manner, therefore, pray, ‘Our Father in heaven, Hallowed be Your name.’”
My Father God knows in advance just exactly what I need.